Unfortunately, that still moment didn't last very long at all before those red optics flared abruptly to life again. The glow lambent and colouring the edges of his helm that framed his faceplates and the cheek themselves boldly rose, pale enough against Megatron's off-white metal that it almost looked like energon smeared out.

Lazily stroking over the still-bared spark as the metal slid closed over it again, Megatron considered his prisoner, optics narrowing as he took Orion's frame in. Leaned away in an attempt for space - not so very odd.

That tension though... and the sigh he'd definitely heard, as well as the readings just a brief scan gave him, had a slow smirk bloom out over his lips.

"I am finished..." he said, trailing off as he stood up and briefly frowned down at the floor and the dents he'd worked into it. Shoddy worksmanship, but that might be because the bunker wasn't very old.

"You, on the other hand... looks like you've barely started." Stalking slowly forward, Megatron noted the tautness of the energy chains, knowing the Autobot couldn't get any further back.

He probably would try anyway as Megatron kneeled in front of him and put a finger underneath his chin to tilt it up.